A little generic, perhaps. Still, it is beautiful, at least to me.

To reach that place of stillness, peace,  I journey far; knowing all the while, that I journey back the way I came.

Poem of past, and future-present.

Though sight is good and beautiful, it is perhaps true that if one comes to let it go, even if only for a moment, he will see the world through new, and different eyes.

An experiment in the monoku form.

In winter, spring; perhaps the wonder, in beauty rising, out of all darkness.

An alternate version, a bit wordier; yet perhaps more descriptive?

Expression of the beauty of nature, water falling into an Autumn pool; yet perhaps comfort,  offered in the knowledge of life's eventual return, or of beauty serving to console us, in the time of life's withdrawal.

A poem in response to one of Basho's early verses.

a note to the feeling of wanting something all the more, after it is gone out of reach.

Perhaps more akin to senryu in terms of message, but nevertheless it is still a haiku, for there are some haiku which contain messages of the type commonly found in senryu, just as there are some senryu which contain messages most commonly found in haiku.

Though it may seem now that all my efforts have been in vain; that still am I prone to anger, to frustration, to depression, still I will continue on, on this path I have chosen; and one day, at paths end, I will find peace, and love.

A memory of sheltering from the rain under the low hanging branches of the trees while hiking the Appalachian trail.

An impromptu verse.

Listening to a light tune, my thoughts were caught completely up in its melody...so I wrote this verse.

sitting outside, I saw a styrofoam cup, left carelessly in the middle of the yard; and all around me birds were singing: so I composed this verse.

Waiting outside the auditorium, we were at last allowed in when about ten minutes had past. filing past, I heard a deep, rich note from where the students were tuning their instruments. It impressed me so much that my annoyance vanished, and I sat eagerly to hear the rest of the performance.

My attempt at Sabi. Its definition here: an understatement hinting at great depths.

Inspired so from yet another film of emotion, and final heartbreak. I understand that I must not allow grief to rule me; must not allow myself to become lost in the tragedies of life, if I would ever again come to joy in the simple moments of life's pleasure...would ever perhaps come to love, to peace...still, I must grieve, at least now. Forgive my ramblings...I am heart-sore, and tired, spent. I hope you will not judge these words too harshly; they are made in emotion, but perhaps not refined, as I should normally make them, before I let them go.

Composed in response to the lyrics of the main theme of the film Princess Mononoke, composed by Joe Hisaishi.

While waiting for work in my part time job, I stood in front of the cutlery cupboard and noticed an u usually fresh and clean air. After breathing this for awhile, my anxiety left me, and I grew calm. So, this verse.

A sketch, perhaps a metaphor.